The Past has not Passed | Darby and Vincent
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Watery-eyed and alone, Darby sat at the bar. She swilled a glass of wine, one of many she’d had, and wished that her mind was quieter. She’d fallen asleep early in the evening that day and had an awful nightmare. Her relatives, the women of the ruins, were urging her into hiding. They told her something bad was coming. They were terrified. These images melted into memories of Texas, of the face of the man she’d hurt and his girlfriend, and Darby woke up slick with sweat around 9 pm.
After that dream, Darby was tense and scared, and rather than be alone with those feelings, she decided to quietly drink in public instead.
She rested her head on her arm which laid across the bar. The only other people around were beginning to leave. It was a weekday and everyone had to work tomorrow and it was midnight now. Darby didn’t care. She had the day off tomorrow.